She was tired of being wounded physically and mentally. She had a choice to leave it but how could she leave something she wished to cherish forever. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t. Lighting her first cigarette, she expected her pain to soothe. It didn’t. The second one didn’t do any good. She finished her third too. Physical harm didn’t soothe her mental pain. She then took her blanket, lied to herself all over again that everything will be fine and closed her eyes only in a hope that tonight she might watch a beautiful dream instead of a nightmare.
PS: I wrote this piece for One Frame Stories who choose to share perspectives on a picture in 99 words. The only idea is to lay down yours and read the others. I personally prefer to give priority to Shakti Shetty for this one.
